A New dawn
A lazy mist hangs from the sky.
In the distance I glimpse silhouettes of hills, egrets are mere white dots in the green fields, and the eucalyptus trees are pictures of elegance. Flamboyantly attired women work in the fields, singing songs, as lackadaisical scarecrows look on fixedly in their ragged splendor. The train chugs along bridges as a man snores loudly, a toddler snatches her mother's cell phone, chai chai echoes in the train, as a defiant sunray breaks free from the misty hold.
And yet another dawn is born as I watch, bewitched from the window of the chugging train.
My thoughts go berserk
I am again a naughty child
Floating paper boats.
The Joy
The sun glares at me with a fiery ardor, so I furtively filch a handful of its sunrays, lessening its fire. But it continues glaring. Aware of its intentions, a benevolent cloud races toward the sun and covers it up. The beleaguered sun flails its arms for some time but is soon caught in its tight. embrace. Nature displays a wide array of flamboyant flowers.
I race into the wilderness and am assaulted by an orchestra of sounds. The gulls squawk overhead, a small stream gurgles on, and wildflowers go wild in sync with their inner music. I stop in my tracks to listen to the notes of their music and am riveted. I can hear soft, soothing strains. Suddenly the frogs in the nearby pond go into a frenzy of croaking. Birds are all atwitter- at my intrusive presence perhaps?
I breathe in a lungful of fresh rejuvenating air. The rustling leaves seem to be whispering to me. Sweet somethings.
Dust motes hang in the air, laced with grit and gumption. Garrulity is in the air, catapulting me to a sylvan age of innocence.
It is jocund joy
That assault of juvenile sprees
Reignites love rhymes.
